So, we decided to pack up the kids and head west for Memorial Day to do some riding in the west desert. It was beautiful when we got out there Sunday evening. We set up camp, played for a little bit, made a campfire and roasted some marshmallows. The boys look like they fit their motorcycles well this year and Alisha likes her new moto.

We woke up the next morning to rain… I thought to myself, “no big deal, the weatherman said there was a good chance of rain, we’ll wait it out, let it dry, and still get plenty of time to play.” So, the kids woke up, came into our tent and we had a good time playing games, reading books, and taking naps… it kept raining and raining and raining… finally about 2pm we decided to pack it all up and see if we could get out (we were about 1/2 mile off the main road). We had to get a little rowdy with the Jeep but finally made it back to the road with a huge sigh of relief. It’s seriously going to take a week of cleaning to get the nasty salt-clay cleaned off of everything.

Moral of the story: you’d have to be an idiot to go camping to the west desert in the rain… “Making Memories” is what we like to call adventures like that.